Page 23 of Desperate Measures
The way he says it, as if it’s fact and not words meant to comfort. But then, Jafar has proven himself to be shit at comforting. That’s okay. It’s hardly in my skill set either. Who would I comfort? I have no friends. No family. The only human contact I’ve had are my father’s men and Jafar.
I shiver, and he wraps his arms around me tighter. “I hate my life.”
“Shh.” His lips are at my temple, the steady beat of his heart against my back, the strength of him forcing my body into stillness. “Tell me what you need.”
“A friend.” The silly request pops out before I can think better of it. I shake my head. “I really am pathetic.”
“Not that, Yasmina. Never that.”
Strangely, his attempt to comfort me only makes it worse. “I’m not free, Jafar. What am I supposed to do? Ask you to set up playdates?”
His lips curve against my temple. “It can be arranged. Follow the rules, and I’ll reward you.”
I shift, belatedly realizing that his cock is hard against my ass. Heat rolls through me, and I welcome it with open arms. Easier to focus on sex than the reality that I can’t escape. That I’ll never escape.
I roll my hips. “What are your rules?”
“They’re simple enough. In fact, there’s only one. Obey.”
Obey.
His grip on me shifts, one hand falling to where the slit in my dress has bared my hip, the other cupping my breast through the silky fabric. “Tonight, you’ll be silent and obedient.” His fingers find my nipple and pinch, drawing a gasp from my lips. “Keep your head down, regardless of what you hear, and obey my commands.”
“What do I get if I do?”
His chuckle makes my whole body go tight. Jafar slips his hand beneath my dress and palms my pussy. He pushes two fingers inside, possessing me completely. “I’ll take care of this pretty pussy tonight.”
I can’t breathe. “And if I don’t?”
Just like that, his hand is gone, leaving me empty and wanting. “Then you’ll get a punishment.” His voice goes dark, any hint of amusement drifting away like smoke. “You like to be punished, but I don’t reward bad behavior. If you disobey, the punishment won’t be one you’ll enjoy.”
Even though I know he’s serious, his words still fan the flame of desire heating my blood. “How do you know what punishment I will or won’t like?”
“You’re going to tell me.”?2
I blink. “What?”
“Choose your reward tonight.”
That wasn’t what I asked. My mind goes in a thousand different directions, scrambling over itself to provide the best answer. “I want…” I swallow hard and try again. “I want it like it was before. I want you to force me.”
“Chase you.” His thumb circles my nipple. “Pin you down and shove the dress up around your hips.” He moves his other hand back to my pussy, but instead of fucking me with his fingers, he keeps his touch light, a single finger circling my clit the same way his thumb circles my nipple. Again and again, a torturously slow circuit.
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp.
“Good girl.” He sounds completely unaffected by what he’s doing to me, and somehow that only makes it hotter. I can feel how much he wants me, but his voice and his touch are both so distant and casual that this whole situation becomes a thousand times dirtier.
As if I’m just a toy for him to play with.
I’m panting now. I can’t seem to stop. “Please.”
“Please?” He nips my earlobe. “Do better. You have more than enough words when you’re pissed. Tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth.” What’s supposed to be a demand comes out like a plea. It’s as if a dam breaks and suddenly all I have are words. “Lick my pussy, Daddy. Please make me come.”
“You want your reward before you earn it.”
I strain my hips, but I can’t get him where I need him. I’m so close and yet so far from what I need. “I’ll be good. I promise.”
